Inspired by ollypuro's post on tumblr of Tsuna b-boying -drools-
ALSO HEAVILY INFLUENCED BY:
Fik-Shun (Hip Hop Dancer)
BlackPink (Hip Hop Korean Girl Group)
Kyushudanji Shinsengumi (b-boy group)
The first time Reborn shot Tsuna with the Dying Will Bullet, the baby hitman was mildly surprised to see a budding six-pack lining his student's stomach. His student, dubbed Dame because he couldn't walk without tripping, had a forming six-pack and muscular arms and firm thigh muscles that usually only someone who was active would had.
His student, who had screamed, "Gotta invite Kyouko-chan with my DYING WILL!" and hauled ass towards the school, a pair of tickets clenched in his fist.
Reborn had followed his student all the way to the school gates, where Hibari Kyouya towered over the kneeling teen, his arms wrapped protectively along his nude stomach. Tsuna's entire body was red, Kyouko crouched down in front of her with the tickets in her grasp.
"Of course we'll go Tsuna-kun! Thank you for inviting us! I can't wait to scout the competition!" The female was laughing, Tsuna flushing further.
"Go get dressed herbivore," Hibari snarled, his eyes lingering down at the shorter teen's muscles. Tsuna scurried past the snickering students, Reborn left feeling like he was missing something important. Something extremely important.
"Bye mom! I'll be home around dinner time!" Tsuna called from the entryway, struggling to tug his shoes on without untying the laces. Reborn blinked from the bottom of the stairwell, looking at his newest student. Dressed in a pair of loose fitting workout pants, tank-top, and a hoodie, Tsuna looked like he was going to the gym.
But he was utterly incapable of walking without tripping, so Reborn was inwardly confused with the attire.
"Dame-Tsuna," Reborn spoke as Tsuna finally got his left shoe on, "it's Saturday. What are you going to be doing all day?"
"Ara, Tsu-kun, did you grab the lunch I packed for you guys?" Nana asked as she waddled out of her bedroom, running her hands down her shirt to smooth out any wrinkles. "I put in those pickled radishes that Takeshi-kun likes and some korokke sandos for Ryo-kun. Here, let me go grab it."
"Mooom," Tsuna gave a long-suffering sigh as he flashed a smile at Reborn, as if to say, 'can you believe this woman?'. "I'm late enough as it is!"
"Oh, you'll regret it!" Nana bustled out of the kitchen, holding a rather large bento box. She handed it to Tsuna, who kicked his right shoe into place along his foot and turned to Reborn.
"Are...are you going to come or-?"
"Where are we going?" Reborn asked, hopping up onto Tsuna's head. Nana waved them goodbye and they were off, Tsuna rushing down the street with as much grace as a drunken goat.
"Ah, to the Ruins," Tsuna spoke nonchalantly, as if Reborn was already supposed to know what the Ruins were.
Which he didn't. What were the Ruins and why did it remind Reborn of those really cheesy horror movies Americans were so in love with?
"...the Ruins?" Reborn asked as Tsuna turned a corner sharply, nearly skidding along the asphalt.
"Yeah," Tsuna grunted as he adjusted his lunchbox. "The Ruins."
The Ruins turned out to be an abandoned parking lot situated just outside of Kokuyo Land. Reborn's eyebrows rose considerably at the sight of Namimori's Baseball Ace Yamamoto Takeshi and Boxing Psycho Sasagawa Ryohei.
Besides Ryohei stood his sister, Sasagawa Kyouko, and her best friend, Kurokawa Hana. At the sight of Tsuna and Reborn, Hana's face twisted into disgust and she backed up a few steps. Reborn raised an eyebrow at the action and the female shuddered, as if grossed out by him being there.
"Yo Tsuna!" Takeshi greeted, waving a arm at Tsuna. Takeshi was drenched in sweat, using his very loose cotton tank-top to wipe at his chin. "Bring lunch?"
At that, the other three looked over with hungry gazes.
"Ah, yeah. My mom cooked a lot today! She wants us to practice hard," Tsuna gave a sheep grin. Reborn looked at Tsuna. Practice? Practice what?
"EXTREME MOTIVATION!" Ryohei roared, his elbows and shoulders bruised. He was all grins, his hair stuck up from sweat and the breeze.
"Guys, this is Reborn, my home tutor. Reborn, this is...my crew," Tsuna finished with a proud quirk of his mouth.
"Crew?" Reborn asked, sharply turning to the teens gathered.
"Yep," Kyouko nodded. "Our crew name's Naien."
Hidden Flame.
Reborn didn't know whether to find the name ironic or not. Probably ironic. He glanced at Tsuna, who tugged a logoed shirt out of his shirt, a tiny flame graphic acting as the image of their crew.
Definitely ironic.
"What...what does this crew do?" Reborn asked as Tsuna shed his hoodie, rolling his shoulders. Reborn's eyes shot to Tsuna's back muscles, taking in the way his shoulders rolled with a flexibility that a useless person should not have .
"Dance," Tsuna laughed and Reborn didn't stop himself from face-palming.
Reborn nearly dropped his jaw as he watched Tsuna run, twisting his body as he flipped into the air, landing in a handstand. He bent his elbow, curving his spine as he kept his legs above his head.
Beside Reborn, Takeshi clapped and cheered.
Tsuna buckled his elbow, twisting to land on his shoulder before spinning his body, his legs tucking close to her stomach as his elbows made a cracking sound against the pavement.
"Tsuna's body is very petite," Kyouko explained from the ground as she sipped on her water. "So it's easy for him to lift himself up. Once he built the muscles for it, all that was left was learning the moves."
Ryohei jumped in, looking like he was about to fall into a Windmill, only to use one hand to jump in circles, reminding Reborn of a cricket trying to hop. Ryohei's legs were bent slightly as he spun, kicking out when he pushed off the ground to fall into a flare. His leg caught on the concrete and Ryohei tumbled to the side, crashing into Tsuna who fell flat on his back.
"Haha! My turn!" Takeshi called as he stepped up, a helmet clasped to his head. Reborn watched as Takeshi danced around Tsuna and Ryohei, bending backwards to make a bridge with his body. He drew his legs into the air, keeping his head against the ground as he begun to spin. Once his momentum was face enough, he tucked his arms in, spinning even faster. Tsuna cheered, whooping loudly as Ryohei gave a booming laugh.
Reborn turned his attention back to Tsuna, who launched himself off Ryohei's hunched form and back-flipped over Takeshi, landing in a crossed-arm pose with a smug smile.
Takeshi was 12 when he officially met Tsuna. Sure, he had been in the same class with the boy since they were in elementary school, but that didn't mean he knewTsuna. Only knew of him. It was hard not to have heard of Dame-Tsuna, the boy who had peed his pants during gym class.
(Takeshi would later learn from the boy himself that the involuntary bladder control was due to an extremely high fever that had Tsuna bedridden in the hospital for a week. Takeshi had always thought the absence was from embarrassment.)
It had been raining the day they met, Takeshi walking home after baseball practice. Takeshi looked up at the darkened sky, a small smile slipping onto his face as he felt the raindrops.
"UHG!" Takeshi jumped at the loud grunt and looked around wildly. The street was deserted, everyone having found shelter from the pouring rain. The sound of something thumping against concrete drew Takeshi to the park, his feeting leading him towards the sheltered gazebo near the back of the park.
He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening at the sight of Tsuna, lifting his entire body up with his hands, his legs twisting around like a windmill.
"Whoa!" Takeshi exclaimed and Tsuna faltered, crumbling into a heap as he jerked his head over towards Takeshi. "That's really cool Sawada! I didn't know you could dance!"
"Wha-why-um!" Tsuna scrambled up, reaching for his back, only to trip over his loose shoelace and face plant. Neither moved.
"That looked so awesome," Takeshi laughed as he crouched down in front of Tsuna, Tsuna looked up with a bloody nose. "You looked-" happy "amazing! Can-can you teach me?" Because in that moment that Takeshi saw Tsuna do that awesome looking move, Takeshi fell in love with the look of pure happiness bleeding from the teen.
"Um…" Tsuna nasally as he sat up, holding a hand to his nose. "I-I can-can try…?"
Takeshi smiled widely and held a handkerchief out for the bleeding boy to grab.
Ryohei was observant, despite the popular belief that he was oblivious to a lot of stuff. Ryohei had a good eye for people who'd do well with vigorous physical activity, like boxing, or boxing, or even boxing.
Therefore, Kyouko really wasn't surprised when her older brother smashed into her room with a breathless wheeze.
"Sa-Sawa-Sawada! And Ya-Yamamoto! They-they aren't in any clubs?" Ryohei gasped out as he fell into a heap at Kyouko's doorway, Kyouko looking up from her manga (the psychological kind where the characters are ruined in the most plot-twisting ways) and blinked.
"Eh? Sawada-san and Yamamoto-kun? No…? Yamamoto-kun recently asked for a leave of absence from the baseball club, so I think he's free? Why? Onii-chan, are you going to recruit them into your boxing club? They aren't even at NamiChuu yet!" Kyouko set her manga down with a huff and Ryohei plopped up onto his elbows, smiling goofily.
"They're EXTREMELY fit! Sawada has EXTREME abdominal strength and Yamamoto has EXTREME arms!" Ryohei crawled, standing up at the foot of Kyouko's bed.
"Eh?" Kyouko leaned forward, eyes alit with the knowledge of possible juicy-gossip. "Is that true?"
"Yeah," Ryohei nodded. "I wanna find out why."
"Me too," Kyouko agreed because Sawada, her fellow classmate two classrooms down who always gets made fun of and bullied, having awesome secrets? It was totally Kyouko's chance to befriend the boy and secure her place as Tsuna's best friend.
(It was a by pure coincidence that Kyouko stumbled upon Tsuna changing one day after PE and caught a glimpse of his flat stomach. It was also by that pure coincidence that a deep, unsettling urge to become the boy's best friend was born. Hana, when she found out, stated that Kyouko was as insane as Ryohei. Kyouko just took it as a compliment because Tsuna was cute and Kyouko could feel it would be a lot of fun being his best friend.)
The next day after school, Ryohei picked Kyouko up at the gates and the two not-so-subtly trailed after Takeshi and Tsuna, who had cut through the park towards the back, where the gazebo was.
Hiding in the bushes, the two felt their jaws drop at the sight of Tsuna easily holding himself up in the air by one hand, his elbow bent into his abdomen as he talked to Takeshi, who was concentrating on Tsuna's form.
"Bending your elbow gives your body support," Tsuna explained as he dropped, tumbling into an upright sitting position. "Though you have to be careful because your elbow can buckle on you and it can lead to some painful broken arms or dislocated bones." Tsuna rubbed his arm, grimacing as if remembering something.
"For now, I want you to learn to hold your body up. I'll start you on planches," Tsuna explained and Takeshi tilted his head to the side.
"Planche?" Takeshi asked and Tsuna tilted forward, falling into a push-up pose. He hefted his body up, keeping his arms locked as he pushed himself up. His legs left the group and he straightened them out, keeping them together as he hovered in the air, his arms barely trembling as Takeshi gaped at him.
"I wanna try that!" Takeshi chirped but paused when Tsuna fell back onto his knees, shaking his head.
"No," Tsuna chided with a pout. "It's very demanding on your body so it isn't at all a good idea to start with that. First, give me as many pushups as you can."
"Haha, okay Tsuna! Ah, Sasagawa-senpai, wanna join!" Tsuna whirled, the color draining from his face as the siblings clambered out of the bushes, Kyouko's face an array of delight and shock while Ryohei was vibrating with excitement.
"EXTREME! THAT LOOKED EXTREME!" Tsuna hid his face in his hands, groaning.
The next day, Ryohei and Kyouko joined them, Kyouko designating herself as the snack-provider.
When Tsuna was three, he stumbled upon his mother stretching her leg on the kitchen counter, Nana humming to herself as her body bent to the side, her hands touching her toes.
"Mama," Tsuna gasped and Nana looked down at Tsuna with a soft smile. "Whatcha doin'?" Tsuna slurred, awe-struck as Nana let her feet touch the ground, pulling her other leg out straight above her head in a stretch.
"Stretching. Mama used to be a gymnast," Nana laughed to herself and crouched down, taking Tsuna's cheeks in her hands. "Does my Tsu-kun want to learn to stretch?" Tsuna rapidly nodded against Nana's hands, his eyes sparkling.
Halfway through the age of three, Nana was teaching Tsuna the basics of gymnastics.
At the age of eight, Tsuna discovered b-boying (or breakdancing, as the mainstream called it).
The rest was history.
Reborn opened Tsuna's door, stopping at the sight of Tsuna laying flat on his stomach, his legs stretched out parallel on either side of him.
"Pull a muscle?" Reborn asked, smelling the heavily scented mint pain-patch. Tsuna groaned, wiggling his hands as Reborn jumped onto Tsuna's bed, catching sight of the white patch on the back of his neck.
"I landed wrong," Tsuna whined and turned his head slowly, wincing. "What's up?"
"I have someone coming to stay here from Italy," Reborn spoke and hesitated. "He dances." Tsuna was up in a flash, eyes sparkling.
"Really?" Tsuna asked and then fell against the bed, twitching as his face scrunched up in pain.
"Really," Reborn smirked.
One foot out the terminal of the air-port, Gokudera Hayato sneezed.
The meeting between Hayato and Tsuna was tense. The moment the two met, Tsuna could instantly tell the half-blood was a dancer. The bomber's muscles were toned, his limbs held in a grace but also subconsciously guarded. His clothing was loose but not baggy, giving him the perfect attire for a sudden dance-off.
"What style do you do?" Tsuna asked the moment Hayato plopped into his desk behind Tsuna. Hayato reeled back slightly, his eyes sweeping over Tsuna's form. Unable to see anything from Tsuna's loose uniform, Hayato gave a gruff.
"What's it to you?" Hayato spat.
"You have a problem with me," Tsuna spoke and tilted his head to the side. "So obviously we're going to have to settle it the only way I know how. I don't fight with my fists." Tsuna's eyes flashed orange. "I fight with my feet. And chest. And elbows. And head. And-"
"I get it," Hayato hissed out, shoving a hand over Tsuna's mouth. Hayato's ears reddened at the smile he could feel brushing against his palm. "After school then."
"Great, I know just the place."
School came and went, Tsuna tapping out a song on his desk the entire day while Hayato continuously glared holes into his head. By the time the last bell rang, Takeshi, Ryohei, Kyouko, Tsuna, Hayato, and Reborn were gathered and walking towards the park, heading for their gazebo.
"You're having a dance off?" Kyouko gasped out, looking over-joyed. "Can I film it?"
"No!" Tsuna squeaked, covering his head. "No way!"
"Aw, come on Tsuna-kun! Please? Please ?" Kyouko begged.
"No. Is Hana meeting us?" Tsuna asked, turning to face the front.
"Yep. She went home to grab her portable stereo. You have your MP3 player?" Kyouko asked as Ryohei and Takeshi lingered in the back, talking about their upcoming dance performance.
"I think-" Ryohei began.
"We have to see first-" Takeshi cut in.
"-but I really -"
" We will see ."
They got to the park, Hayato looking around the spacious area. "You practice here often?"
"Yeah. The parents in the area have basically learned not to come back here after school ends. This is our area, besides the Ruins," Takeshi laughed.
"What's - nevermind. Are we gonna do this or what?" Hayato huffed, crossing his arms.
Reborn stayed silent, trying to process the fact that they were having a dance battle instead of Gokudera just blowing him up with his explosives. Reborn couldn't wrap his head around it.
"Sure hot-head," another female sounded and a girl shoved past Hayato, flicking her dark wine-colored hair behind her shoulder. She held a small device in her hand, a aux cord hanging from it. "You gonna dance to the sounds of birds twittering? Here Sawada." Hana dropped the music player off in Tsuna's hand, moving to stand next to Kyouko and Ryohei.
(After Hana found out Kyouko and Ryohei were learning to dance, she invited herself to the lessons and found she was rather good at it. She became a part of their crew.)
"Lemme change then," Tsuna laughed, placing his backpack down. Hana rolled her eyes and turned to Kyouko, motioning her to follow the taller female away from the group. Kyouko left with Hana, Hayato pointedly looking away from Tsuna stripped to his boxers. Tsuna pulled on some shorts and a shirt on, wiggling to get himself comfortable.
(And if Hayato did a quick lookover, he immediately regretted it when he saw Ryohei, Reborn, and Takeshi leering at him.)
The girls came back, dressed in shirts and shorts. Hayato raised an eyebrow but didn't say a word, the boys acting like it was a normal thing.
Tsuna smiled and plugged his MP3 player into the device, scrolling through his music.
"Do you have a preference?" Tsuna asked and Hayato hunched his shoulder up before nodding slowly.
"I like a lot of beats," Hayato mumbled and Tsuna was all smiles, his finger swiping faster as he looked for a song. "Fast beats, usually used in dubstep and stuff."
"And stuff," Hana muttered under her breath as Kyouko elbowed her.
"Aha! OKay! You guys know the rules. No smack-talk, no belittling - this is a fun little fight, okay?" Tsuna asked, turning to his crew. Hayato snorted. Fun? This?
"Aaaaand, let's start!"
Hayato and Tsuna stood still as they listened to the beat, trying to get a feel for the song. Hayato shifted his footing, his head swaying as he listened to the song. A lot of beats, a nice build up - there.
Hayato jumped into the center of the gazebo, his body moving as if a part of the song. He pulsed his chest out with each rapidly increasing beat, Kyouko's gasp drowning out as Hayato vibrated his entire body. The moment the song dropped he broke out, making his body ripple like it was made of water, eyes diverting from Tsuna when his face broke out into an excited grin.
Okay. Reborn had to admit. That was fucking sick. The kid looked almost boneless, twisting his body and moving it to the beat of the song as he slid around on his fucking toes.
Reborn really had to update himself with the dance moves.
Hayato bent his body backwards, keeping his legs bent firmly on the ground as he used his heels to rotate his body, Hana giving a high-pitched shriek as Takeshi covered his mouth with a 'oh shit !'
Tsuna's face fell blank, his mind seemingly crashed. Hayato pulled up to stand straight and back off, smirking at Tsuna's expression.
"I wanna dance," Kyouko breathed and the boys barely had any time to register what she said before she shoved herself into the circle, Hana following her as Hayato stumbled back, startled.
"Hey Boy make 'em whistle like a missle bomb bomb…"
Kyouko's hips rolled as she moved her waist, bending back slightly to hold most of her weight on her abdomen. With a flick of her hair, Hana fell into position beside Kyouko with a similar pose. They tilted their hips as Kyouko dipped down, Hana's body pulsing with each step she took forward to mimick the whistling sounds coming from the music. Hayato flushed, looking anywhere but at the girls. Behind him, Takeshi snickered and Ryohei's eyes narrowed at Hayato, not liking him staring at his sister.
Reborn hopped up to Tsuna, frowning.
"Shouldn't you go dance?" Reborn asked and Tsuna gave a pout.
"When the girls dance, they don't like being interrupted," Tsuna excused and, judging by the gleam in Reborn's eyes, knew he fucked up.
A green mallet smashed into his head and he lurched forward, instinctively falling into a handstand to stop the impact. The girls jumped out of the way as Tsuna's music changed, the song cutting off as if scratched. Tsuna threw his leg to the side, sending his body into a air flare as the tempo on the song increased, Reborn raising an impressed eyebrow as Tsuna matched the tempo with his spins. Hayato's eyes widened as Tsuna calmed from his twisting, bending his elbows to lower himself closer to the ground before he begun to hop on his one hand, his other bending into his stomach for support. He straightened his legs out as he titled his body diagonally, locking his arm in place to hold him while he used his other hand to grab his foot. He stuck his tongue out at Hayato, who sputtered.
Tsuna fell back with a laugh, everyone turning to him as he shook his head.
"Gokudera-kun," Tsuna breathed, "join our crew!"
I am so sorry to anyone who actually dances and I completely butchered it. I am so sorry. I can't dance at all. I just...looked at the moves and tried to write them?
I'm so sorry.
I hope I didn't butcher it tooooo badly.